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TEA CUP ,Yaesu

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Date a boy who forgives you for your past

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date a boy who disregards your Cracker Barrel arson charge

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date a boy who was your accomplice in the Cracker Barrel arson

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There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!

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Love at first sight? Tired, boring.

Love at first assassination attempt? Spicy

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[Banshee dead. Syndicate falling to in fighting. Better to stay away. He said to tell you "I'm sorry." -Chev]

He blinked slowly as he reread the message over and over. Maybe if he pretended not to understand what it said then it wouldn’t be true. That his world wasn’t crashing down around his ears as his heart clenched in his chest.

No.

No it couldn’t be. Aedan wouldn’t just die.

Drawing in a sharp breath he realized his vision had at some point become blurry and with a shaking hand he reached up to find tears rolling down his cheeks. It hurt, it burned and in another second he was struggling to get to a trash can as his stomach expelled dinner.

Gasping, heaving before finally moving away to curl into himself he bit his lip hard enough to bleed. Mute knew he would kill everyone responsible if it took him a life time. Now he had his rage that beat harder and harder against his rib cage that would drive him.

But right then he felt like a lost and angry child again, cast away once more from the life he had so desperately wanted.

With a sob he broke down, calling Aedan’s name again and again until he could find the will to stand. It would be hours until he could.

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Helping Hands

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The other man wasn’t exactly heavy but Mute wondered how he might get them to the bedroom. Thankfully Blaine did seem ready to help when it came to getting off his shirt and pants. Though they were soaked with sweat and smelled less that pleasant.

/Stinky./ He grinned, turning on the bath before sitting with Blaine to wait.

/Bed then I can make some soup./ His hands move easily as he makes sure the other man can follow.

Gently he feels Blaine’s forehead, concerned at how warm he still seemed to be even when he had been stripped. The bath wouldn’t be overly hot but it would be good enough to get the grime off.

/Someone has to make sure you’re spoiled./

Blaine sticks his tongue out at Mute indignantly for that. He can’t find the strength to argue about it though. After all, Mute is probably right. He is sweaty, but it’s cold and under his armor is warmer than the bathroom.

“Have you ever cooked for me?” Blaine wonders muttering quietly. He couldn’t remember, but honestly, the ache in his brain made remembering a bit hard.

It doesn’t stop him from leaning into the hand Mute puts on his forehead though. Soft hands, long delicate fingers, Mute’s hand feels nice.

He pats Mute’s cheek letting him lead, “I want to be spoiled.”

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Even at the risk of getting a fever eventually too Mute leans to kiss Blaine on the forehead. He feels bad that the bigger man seems so very sick, it’s not something that seems to happen often compared to one of the others. Like Rez for instance who thankfully wasn’t here, the small awoken visiting Mars.

/I have, but usually when you’re sick./

The tub was nice and full, Mute turning to look at Blaine while he figured out how to get the big Titan inside.

/Alright, I’ll lift and you step in the tub. If you’re good I’ll wash your back./ He winked before moving to help Blaine stand, this time shifting him up a little easier.

Once Blaine was in the tub he helped him sit, in the rim and give him another kiss.

/My poor brave man, I’ll get you fixed up./

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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted